Them haters wishing they could see my demise
And see that she is the real #1 prize
You should prize your lives cause there's no sequel
I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal
Its open mic night and i'm going to win the grand prize
Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice
We can make more, make babies
Where my idol lays resting in peace
Despise us, we're deprived of a slice of the cake prize,
Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice
Whatever im bored so peace
Got tired of running from the police
Niggas dumb to be braggin bout that stupid shit
So much for that peace prize fuckin hypocrite
And get the prize, and respect you kids cant get
But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead
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